The plateau

The plateau

The rise the fall
the bread that won’t climb
Those slippery slopes
scented vines beautiful tea

the carved hearts and roses
the history is still so near
even when  the books say it’s
A Long long time ago

It’s easy to be objective
Even if my mind is
dragged left and right


broken signals lost metaphors
The similarities of these places
Those similes those service stations
Those smiling faces the pressure points
You now apply

the things you do and don’t see
that moment the do or die
becomes real and panicked voices
unanswered unresponsive phones

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